Part Fourteen
written by Soar and most expertly edited by Jeanne Kalvar
email ksg3@le.ac.uk
Scott felt Jean's shock through their link. He didn't know what had caused it though.
*Jean, what is it?* he asked.
*It's Remy. He's thinking of Sinister.*
*How can that be? When Storm was transformed last time she had no knowledge of her past with us. And why would he be thinking of Sinister?*
*I don't know. Right now, though, we need to calm him down and get him back to bed. We can talk to him about it tomorrow.*
A noise from the landing startled them. Ororo stood there clad only in a long white nightie. She was looking at them all with concern.
"What is wrong with Remy?" she asked fearfully. "Is he sick again?"
*Scott, I need you to take care of Ororo while I calm Remy down. Okay?*
Scott sighed *Okay*
Aloud, he said to Ororo, "No, Honey. He's fine; he just had a nightmare, that's all. How about you and me go and make him some warm milk to help him get back to sleep?"
Ororo thought about that and considered it a good idea.
"Okay!" she said simply and came down to Scott. She put her small hand in his and they both went down to the kitchen.
Jean was still holding Remy's trembling body. He seemed to be trapped in his nightmare. She wondered how it was possible for Remy to be remembering Sinister, but pushed the thought away in impatience. Remy needed her attention now.
She picked him and carried him back up to the bedroom. She was surprised at how light he was, and then mentally kicked herself. "Of course he's light you idiot! he's been living on the streets; did you expect him to be the size of a horse?"
She got to the bedroom and sat on the bed, holding Remy tightly to her chest. Ordinarily, she would have lightly probed the his mind to bring him back to awareness, but she didn't want to be hit with a psychic blast. So she began to rock him and soft sing him an old lullaby.
Remy was trapped. The man with red eyes was coming closer and closer, and he couldn't get away. He crouched into a defensive position, looking for any way to escape. But escape was impossible, and still the strange man advanced. Suddenly, in this world of shadow, a light shone. Remy looked up towards the light. He could see a faint shadow standing there and a soft music came from the glow. He looked back at the strange man, who had now begun to fade back into the shadows. Remy stepped closer to the light; he was entranced, pulled towards its warmth. The music was getting louder; it was a lullaby. The shadow in the light was becoming clearer. It was a warm, safe figure, and, upon recognising it, he ran towards it.
Jean smiled to herself as she felt Remy fall naturally into sleep. His young, innocent face relaxed in slumber. She placed him under the covers and carefully tucked him in, trying not to disturb him.
A noise outside alerted her to the fact that Scott and Ororo were about to return.
"Shhhhhhh," she told them as they came into the bedroom.
Ororo quickly quietened as she saw her friend asleep again. She smiled, and was quickly ushered into her own bed by Scott.
Scott watched his wife as she gently stroked Remy's hair. She looked so natural and so beautiful with that tender expression on her face. His own stern expression softened. Maybe having these two kids here wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.
Jean rose and joined her husband at the door. The children were both asleep now, and she went back to her own bedroom with Scott.
"Jean?"
"Yes, Scott?" she replied.
"Maybe it's time we started our own family." he said.
Jean smiled to herself and to the tiny new life growing inside.
end of part 13
Part Fourteen